“It’s okay. I just woke up half an hour ago.” Payal chuckled.
“So…what should we do today?” Priya asked.
“We can make breakfast or I guess it would be brunch now. Then we can make lunch. Does Jija-ji come home for lunch? Did he say what he wanted for dinner?” Payal rambled on.
“Payal!” Priya exclaimed trying to get Payal’s attention.
Payal stopped talking and looked at Priya, waiting for her to continue.
“He doesn’t let me cook.” Priya said quietly.
“You don’t cook?” Payal stared at Priya, wide eyed. “But you love to cook. Who cooks then?” Payal was confused.
“The chef cooks. The maids clean. I don’t really do much.” Priya explained.
“I guess when you’re the wife of someone so important, it would make sense for you not to do chores. In India, though, we did everything. And we’re the daughters of someone very important.” Payal huffed.
Priya laughed.
“You’re so silly.” Priya said.
“Didi…can we go shopping?” Payal asked suddenly.
“Shopping? Why?” Priya asked.
“America is so fashionable, especially New York. There’s so much here that we couldn’t wear in India. Please! Let’s go shopping.” Payal said excitedly.
“Sure. We can go shopping. Let’s have breakfast first.” Priya relented.
“Thank you!” Payal jumped up and engulfed Priya in a hug.
After breakfast, the two sisters got ready to leave. They both wore a salwar kameez in differed colors. Priya opted for a more modest Anarkali style, while Payal chose to wear a short sleeve Churidar style. As Priya slid her bangles on, Payal burst into the room without knocking.
“Didi! Hurry up!” Payal complained as she plopped herself onto Aman’s bed.
“Just give me a minute.” Priya said.
Priya suddenly paused.
“Payal, we should ask Aman.” Priya declared.
“He won’t mind.” Payal replied.
“But still…I’ll just call him and then we’ll leave.” Priya reasoned.
Payal groaned. Priya reached for her cell phone and dialed Aman’s number.
“Hello?” Aman’s velvety voice answered.
“Aman, I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Priya said.
“Not at all Priya. What’s going on?” he asked.
“Payal and I wanted to go shopping.” Priya said slowly.
“Great! Payal will love that.” He replied.
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Learning to Love
General FictionAman and Priya were forced to have an arranged marriage as part of a business deal made by their fathers. Aman Verma is a shrewd businessman. He is a total womanizer and fears commitment. Priya Malhotra may belong to a rich family but was sheltere...
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